What a beautiful day!
You decided to thank the friendly neighbor from yesterday and buy him something sweet, maybe a little cake.
Of cause you should buy something for your landlady as well, otherwise she could be angry at you for the next few weeks and you don't want this to happen.
You grab your purse and go out of your apartment, only to hold on for a second and to make sure you didn't forget your keys. Happy about finding them in your bag, you lock the door and step outside.
The sun is shining and you look over the street to the apartment where John lives.
The curtains are shut behind the windows and you start to wonder if he's still sleeping. Sleeping? Maybe… after all he was still outside at 3 o'clock yesterday. He must be exhausted.
You, on the other hand, are full of energy and ready to get some stuff done before your motivation is gone.
Unfortunately you don't know where exactly the next bakery is, so you randomly pick a direction and start walking. Sooner or later there has to be a bakery or another shop where you can buy something for your knight in the shining armor.
At least you hope so.
London is a big city with many different streets so you could get lost easily.
Luckily only after a few streets there is already a bakery with fresh baked goods.
And it's open!
You check your watch quickly to see what time it is: 10.30.
It's not too early, but also not too late. The perfect time to buy some cake before all the good ones are sold out.
You enter the bakery and enjoy the view.
The little shop is lovely decorated with pictured of cupcakes and there are little tables to sit at. The whole shop is light and you feel comfortable in here and can't stop smiling.
Shops like this make you very happy.
They feel like home, because they are not too big and right now there are also no customers.
You take the opportunity to step closer to the counter with all the little pastry, cupcakes, cakes and other baked goods.
A door on your right side opens and a young lady with an apron enters the room.
"Good morning, how can I help you?"
The young lady walks behind the counter and smiles at you.
She has still a little bit of flour on her right cheek, but doesn't seem to notice or care.
This is a bakery after all.
"Emm… hi", you smile back at her and look at the little cakes once more.
"I haven't decided yet what I'll buy. I need one more minute to think", you explain her.
What if John doesn't like sweet things?
Maybe he will throw it away right after you left.
You shake your head and try to focus.
Even when he doesn't like it, you want to thank him and be nice to him.
I believe he will be happy after all. The same goes for your landlady who got woken up by John yesterday.
"I think I take two of those little cakes, please", you tell the young lady and she nodes.
"They are lovely, aren't they?"
She makes conversation while putting the cake in a box.
"Yes they are. I like the size. It's not too big – just lovely", you admire the decoration on the cake and can't wait to see how John will react once he sees it.
"Here you go", she places two boxes on the counter and smiles at you once more.
"That would be 20 Pounds."
You pay quickly, take the boxes and turn around.
Suddenly you see a poster on the window. You step closer to the poster and start reading: "Help Wanted."
"Excuse me, Miss", you turn around to the lady once more and point with your free hand to the poster. "Is the working place still free?"
This is perfect! You need a job and planed looking for one this evening on the internet.
"Yes, are you interesting in working here?" She never stops smiling at you.
"Yes, I would like to work here", you answer quickly.
"Okay, Miss", she rushes out of the room and you place the boxes with your cake back on the counter. After a few seconds, the lady comes back with a sheet of paper in her hand.
"On this paper is all the information. Just read it through at home and call us tomorrow", she explains and you nod to show her you understood and will call her tomorrow.
You put the paper in your bag, grab the boxes once more and leave the bakery.
It only takes you 15 minutes to walk home and at home you put one box with the cake in it in the fridge. You check the clock, 12:30, and take the other box in your hand.
You climb the stairs up to reach your landlady's apartment.
After you knocked the door opens and you grin at the older lady quickly.
"Hello", you hold the box in front of you, "I want to apologize for yesterday and brought some cake."
The lady smiled at you and thanks you for the present.
"Do you want to come inside, dear, and have a cup of tea?"
"Oh! I would love to, but I have no time right now. I'm very sorry", you tell her and wave her goodbye soon.
At home you take the second box quickly and walk to John's apartment.
You rush to the other side of the street and look at the door: 221B Baker Street. That is the door he opened yesterday.
You knocked and waited.
After a few seconds you can hear someone walking to the door quickly.
The door opens and you look at a woman, not John.
"Oh! Am I at the wrong door?" You're embarrassed and look at the older lady apologizing.
"Oh dear, it depends to who you want. Maybe I can help you", the lady tells you and smiles at you.
Somehow everyone seems so nice to you and you don't know why.
Maybe it is the usual way to talk to people in this area.
"I'm looking for a man called John Watson", you tell her and wait for the answer.
"Oh, he lives here, but they boys never open the door", she signs and opens the door more.
"He lives in the apartment upstairs", she tells you and points to the stairs to your left.
"Thank you."
You walk slowly upstairs and realize how old the house is.
Old and very nice at the same time. You like it here and can imagine John walking around and talking to his landlady before he rushes outside to go to work.
You knock at the door and wait once more.
You wait and wait, but nobody opens the door, therefore you knock once more.
Now you hear someone yelling from the other side.
"Sherlock! Open the door, I'm busy!"
This is John voice, but he doesn't sound as nice as yesterday which makes you shiver a little bit. Maybe you should leave and come back later. He's busy after all.
But before you can turn around a man, who is clearly not John Watson, opens the door.
"A client?" The man with black curly hair wears only a robe and waves you inside.
"Sit down", he says and motions to a wooden chair without looking at you, while he sits down on one of the two armchairs.
"How can I help you and don't make me bored", says the man and you wonder if you're really in the right apartment.
"I'm looking for John Watson."
You hear a crash sound behind a door and see a second man running in the living room, where you are sitting right now.
At first you wonder who this is, but after a while you recognize him.
It's John.
He looks like he was shaving a moment ago, because half of his face is covered in shaving cream